No one cries when you cut up Pizza.
For an European 500 Miles is a long distance, for an American 500 years are a long History
With the mechanic, there's a shot something might get fixed...
Patme! Patme! Credit to my wife on this one
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
Deep pan, crisp and even.
Must it always wake the entire house when I'm trying to quietly nuke the last of the pizza
Because she wanted to be able to tell when it stopped raining.
A sphinxter.
Onions, tomatoes, and a whole bunch of lattice
